Dream Reading

Married for ten years, my wife has poisoned me seven times.
For the sake of my child having a complete family, I chose to endure it again and again.
But after the seventh poisoning, my daughter who comforted me turned around and called my wife.
"Mom, you can stay at the cemetery with Uncle Lin at ease. I've already calmed down Dad for you."
"You have to tell Uncle Lin that An'an loves her just like Mom does!"
"Seven years ago, if Dad had been willing to donate a kidney to Uncle Lin, she wouldn't have died. Dad is the murderer who killed Uncle Lin, and I hate her."
At that moment, I felt utterly disheartened.
That evening, I asked a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement and presented the evidence of my wife poisoning me seven times to the court.
But after I left, my wife and daughter frantically searched for me to ask for forgiveness.


After Being Poisoned Seven Times by My Wife, My Heart Died

Li Weiwei held An'an's hand, squatting in front of Lin Wei's grave, carefully wiping the tombstone.


The cemetery was An'an's favorite place.


Because here lies an uncle who loves her more than her dad.


She tugged at Li Weiwei's clothes: "Mom, when we left, I saw Dad packing a suitcase."


Recalling my unusual behavior over the past two days, a trace of unease flashed across An'an's small face.


Li Weiwei was still engrossed in wiping the tombstone, making it spotlessly clean, and said confidently.


"No, your dad loves you the most, he wouldn't want to leave you."


In her heart, she believed that I loved An'an the most, loved her so much that I could even give up my life.


How could I bear to break up this family?


"Your dad is easy to appease, just like before, book a restaurant she loves the most and make it up to her."


As she spoke, she picked up her phone and edited a message.


[Husband, I've booked your favorite Western restaurant, let's hold a tenth-anniversary dinner for our family of three.]


Attached with the restaurant's address.


After poisoning me six times before, she would always bring me to this Thai restaurant to apologize.


Sitting on the plane, looking at the restaurant that appeared for the seventh time, I didn't respond. After deleting Li Weiwei's contact, I simply turned off the phone.


Meanwhile, Li Weiwei and An'an waited in the restaurant from noon till night, reheating the dishes over and over again.


But the chair meant for me remained empty.


Li Weiwei dialed my phone more than ten times, but it was always turned off.


On the way back, she drove as fast as possible.


But upon arriving home, the empty, vacant living room had no sign of me.


A bad premonition suddenly arose in her heart.


At that moment, her eyes caught sight of the documents I left on the table.


At the same time, An'an ran up to her from outside with a court notice.


"Mom, it's bad. Dad submitted 200 pages of evidence to the court accusing you of poisoning him, and he sued us!"


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